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tyler was especially happy to see you today. as you got closer, you saw he was holding a ukulele.
you smiled big, his soft morning sunshine smile filling you with warmth.
"whatcha got there, ty?" you asked, and he blushed again at the new shortening of his name. "i brought my ukulele...i wrote a song...about you....it's not quite done being revised...but..." he stumbled over his words, and you blushed, little butterflies attacking your insides.
"i'd love to hear it. i've never heard your singing voice before." you told him, and he blushed again, raising the ukulele up to his chest.
"okay, here goes..." he said, and then began to play quick, upbeat chords. they made you taste cherry sours, your mom's favorite candy.
when his voice hit your ears, for a moment all you could see was gold, and all you could hear was the big blue sky.
yeah, yeah, yeah!
we don't believe what's on tv,
because it's what we want to see,
and what we want, we know we can't believe,
we have all learned to kill our dreams.i need to know that when i fail you'll still be here,
'cause if you stick around i'll sing you pretty sounds,
and we'll make money selling your hair.i don't care what's in your hair,
i just wanna know what's on your mind,
i used to say, "i wanna die before i'm old,"
but because of you I might think twice.yeah, yeah, yeah!
alright. second verse.
what if my dream does not happen?
would i just change what i've told my friends?
don't wanna know who i would be,
when i wake up from a dreamer's sleep.I need to know that when I fail you'll still be here,
'Cause if you stick around I'll sing you pretty sounds,
And we'll make money selling your hair.But I don't care what's in your hair,
I just wanna know what's on your mind,
I used to say, "i wanna die before I'm old,"
but because of you i might think twice.i don't care what's in your hair,
i just wanna know what's on your mind,
i used to say, "i wanna die before i'm old,"
but because of you i might think twice.yeah, yeah, yeah!
he looked up shyly to see your mouth hanging open, and all you could say was,
"tyler, your voice is gold."
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SENSORY OVERLOAD [TYLER JOSEPH] [✔️]
Fanfictionsynesthesia syn·es·the·sia sinəsˈTHēZHə noun the production of a sense impression relating to one sense or part of the body by stimulation of another sense or part of the body. tyler joseph x reader lowercase is on purpose :)